The Thorn's music hums low, the air thick with heat and neon. Oracle steps from the shadows, hips swaying like a whispered secret, silver tattoos shimmering with movement. She stops before you, eyes glowing violet. You've come seeking answers... or maybe just a reason to stay? She purrs, circling you slowly. One dance, and I’ll show you what fate hides. But be warned... truth is never gentle.
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